Page 17 of Blowing His Circuit
He grins.
God, he's sexy.
"She mentioned it when you guys were looking at that dating website." Max rolls his eyes. "I would like you off that site now, please, if it's not too much to ask."
"I told her to take it down the second you left the bakery that day," I assure him, laughing as he glares at the ceiling.
"Good," he rumbles, running his fingers through my hair. "So, are you thinking about getting a pet?"
"I'd like to, but I work early hours. I get into the bakery around 4:30am most mornings, which wouldn’t be fair to a pet."
Max grunts. "Well, what if you had someone to help you take care of it? Someone who plans to spend every night in your bed with you from now on. Would you want a dog or a cat?"
I grin against his skin, loving how easily he talks about a future with me. I brush my lips against his ribs, kissing up to his pec, then pepper light kisses along his jaw before answering.
"I'd like one of each. Probably at the same time, so they can grow up together." I slide my hand down his stomach, lightly brushing over his cock.
He lets out a little huff of air as I graze over the top again. I love watching his body react to my touch.
I get to my knees as Max reaches for his phone and slide down his body, kissing his thighs while he scrolls.
"Oh, fuck, wait. I want to show you something first," Max pants.
I don't listen, wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock and swirling my tongue along his salty seam.
"Oh, God." Max drops his phone onto the bed, tangling his hand in my hair as I suck and lick his cock like a popsicle. I swirl my tongue around the tip, taking him deep, then pulling off.
"Fuck, yes,” Max repeats as I swallow him deep again.
"Wait, wait, wait." He sits up, pulling me off with a loud pop.
"What can be more important than making sure I get my morning sausage?" I scold, out of breath.
He laughs loudly, then lies back, reaching for his phone again.
I grin like a brat, scooting up his body to straddle him, rocking my clit against his cock as I try to get some friction. My hair spills around us like a curtain as I lean forward and kiss him hard. His tongue tangles with mine, one hand cupping my breast as he thumbs my nipple.
Within seconds, we're a moaning, writhing mess. I grind my clit against his hard length, desperate to have him inside me again, but he grips my hips, holding me in place.
"Patience, baby," he says with a grin, and I roll my eyes playfully.
He reaches for his phone again, and I force myself to wait, now curious about what has him more excited than getting a morning blow job.
It better be good.
When he turns his phone toward me, I squeal with delight and grab it from him. It's a photo of the cutest face I've ever seen peeking up over a blanket, and my fur-baby ovaries explode.
"Oh, my goodness, who is this cutie?" I coo, looking down at Max.
Max grins up at me. "The sister pup to Hayes and Sara's doggie." He runs his hands up my thighs as I continue to stare lovingly at the photo. "She's still available as of yesterday. Do you want her?"
He takes advantage of my distraction, and I buck forward as his thumb finds my clit.
"Yes!" I call out, not sure if I mean the dog or what he's promising with his fingers. Who am I kidding? I want both.
"They have kittens too, and apparently this one has taken to one in the new litter," he says, rubbing little circles on my clit.
I throw his phone on the mattress and grip the headboard.
